Space is the Place
I'm jotting down a few notes, conscious that doing so could slow the game down and trying to keep circumstances moving as I scribble. 'Are you thinking about questions to ask', I say to the players, referring to the mercenaries they've just captured, 'or are you staring in to space?'
'Huh, we could be thinking about that. I was glazing over.' And this is why interrogations end up as tea parties.